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Chapter One - Welcome to LifeSynced

“Congrats, man,”

“That’s amazing,”

“You’re on fire, dude!”

19-year-old Harry\nWalker accepted the plaudits and congratulations as he confidently strode down\nthe public hallway of the Digital Studies building at Pacific Coast University.\nHe was a digital marketing major, but more importantly, he had become one of the\nfastest-rising stars in the video game streaming industry.

Yesterday, Harry\nsurpassed 1 million subscribers to his GlitchCast account, and his ‘friends’ were keen to\nvoice their praise. Truthfully, Harry never had many friends growing up.\nHowever, since his account blew up last year, life had gotten much easier for\nhim.

“Thank you, thank you,” Harry raised his voice and\naddressed the small crowd that had settled around him. “I have a big\nannouncement to, hey!” The brunette local celebrity paused, distracted by the\nglimmer of blond hair at the back of the crowd. Pushing through, Harry grabbed\nhis girlfriend’s hand and pulled her towards him. As he embraced the beautiful\nblond, he gave her a firm kiss on her prominent painted lips. Breaking the\nkiss, Harry rested his hand on his girlfriend’s ass, giving it a little\nsqueeze, prompting the blond to roll her eyes and sigh.

“Anyway,” Harry continued, ignoring the girl’s response. “I\nreceived an email this morning from the Vice President of R&D at EchoLife\nGaming.” There was an excited murmur amongst the crowd. EchoLife was a local\ngames developer responsible for smash hits such as SoulSim I, II & III.\nAntworld, AeonPath. Rumors about the studio working on an innovative new\nproduct had been abound for months.

“They are about to begin marketing their newest IP, and\nthey’ve invited yours truly to help with that.”

The nerds surrounding\nHarry were excited and began talking amongst themselves. Harry ran his free\nhand through his shaggy brunette hair and grinned, embracing his girlfriend\ntighter. He was a good-looking man, but his socially awkward personality always\nprevented him from building friendships or striking lucky with women.

However, his\npersonality transformed in the virtual world. Harry found it easier to be\nhimself, and once he began streaming, he discovered a niche in playing\nsimulation games, and his viewer count began to rise.

Once the money started\nflowing in, Harry no longer felt invisible. Women were throwing themselves at\nhim, and men were clambering to be in his presence. He began dating Georgia\nRoberts three months ago. She was a beautiful cheerleader with a lithe, athletic\nbody. What she lacked in the chest area, she more than made up for with her\nbreathtaking face and pouty plump lips. She would be the first to admit that\nshe started dating him to jump on his popularity. Still, the more time she\nspent with the gamer, the more his true arrogant and misogynistic personality\nfiltered through.

Harry ushered the\ncrowd away, and a sinister grin crossed his lips, scanning the corridor and\nresting his eyes on a gangly man drinking from the water fountain. He softly\nbit his lower lip and began approaching the bespectacled man. Georgia tugged\nher boyfriend’s\narm. “Harry, no. Come on, babe, just leave it.” She tried to plead with him.

The wealthy content\ncreator winked at the beautiful blond. “How about you brush your hair or read one of your\nmagazines while the big boys chat babe,” he said patronizingly before walking\naway from her.

Michael King pressed\nthe button and tentatively took a sip of water from the fountain when he felt a\nfirm hand press against his uncombed black-haired head and push his head inside\nthe water bowl.

The nerd’s eyes widened in\npanic, and he gurgled the water as he resisted the hold, but the hand on his\nskull was clasped too tightly, and he was unable to breathe until he was pulled\nback up, his face soaking wet.

“What the-?” Michael cried out, but his angry eyes turned\nto fear when he came face to face with the culprit. “Ohh, hi, Harry,” he said\ntimidly. “I’ll just be on my way.”

The bespectacled man\nattempted to usher past the musclebound star, but Harry cornered him. What’s the rush? Don’t\nwant to congratulate an old friend?” He grinned. “You’ve heard the news, right?”

Believe it or not,\nHarry and Michael were friends throughout high school. Their friendship ended\nas Harry’s popularity\nexploded. The brunette’s new ‘friends’ enjoyed seeing him beat down his former\nbuddy, and Harry became drunk on the power. Michael had tried to launch his own\nstreaming account but never earned more than 2,000 subscribers.

“Y- yes, congratulations,” Michael said. “If you’ll\nexcuse me.” He tried to skirt past the bully again. Harry fiercely pulled his\nclenched fist back, and Michael flinched in anticipation.

The brunette star\ngrinned at Michael’s\nreaction and lowered his hand. “It was nice to catch up,” he patted his former\nfriend on the shoulder before triumphantly walking away. Michael’s heart raced.\nHe hated that man.

❖

“This is where the\nreal magic happens,” the energetic and slightly irritating studio tour guide\nexplained to Harry as he toured him through the building. “The Art department\nbrings all those characters you know and love to life. It’s truly incredible\nwhat they do.”

Harry ignorantly\nyawned as he strode through the large open-plan offices. He didn’t know what he was\nexpecting, but the college student thought he might fall asleep if this droned\non any longer. The 19-year-old was tired of listening to the touring lackey.\nThe man didn’t even know what graphics API the team used or how they customized\ntheir AI framework to make the NPCs react naturally. Fortunately for Harry,\nthey were approaching the end of the tour.

“I hope you enjoyed the tour. This is Ms Claire Kirkland.\nShe is the Vice President of Research & Development. Ms Kirkland will\nexplain everything you need to know before setting up the beta.” The tour guide\noffered his hand to Harry, but the teenager was distracted by the beautiful\nwoman before him.

Claire Kirkland was\ndouble Harry’s\nage, but the 38-year-old was stunning. She was tall and shapely, with\nprominently sized breasts protruding from her chest. She wore a plain white\ndress that seemed to hug every curve on her well-put-together body. A thick\nblack belt tapered in her extraordinarily thin waist and accentuated her\ncurvaceous rump. The dress covered the entirety of her legs, but Harry knew\nthey were long and shapely.

Her blond hair was\nheld in a tight bun, and her bright green eyes were magnified by the glasses on\nher nose. Her sexy, plump lips were shaded a bright matte red, contrasting her\nsubtle makeup choices. In Harry’s mind, she was a goddess.

“Nice to meet you, Mr Walker,” she spoke. “I trust Larry\nhere hasn’t bored you too much.”

“I’m not bored anymore,” Harry replied, staring at the\nwoman. “I think I just arrived in Heaven.” The tall woman rolled her eyes and\nsilently began walking to her office, beckoning the gaming streamer to follow.

Claire strutted into\nher office and took her place at her desk. “Take a seat, Mr Walker. We have much to discuss.”

Harry followed and sat\nopposite her. “Perhaps\nit would be better to chat over candlelit dinner?” He quipped.

Ms Kirkland sighed but\ndidn’t address his poorly\nworded statements. She was used to being constantly hit on and dealing with\narrogant content creators, but she had learned not to let anything phase her.

“We will shortly be releasing Lifesynced to the general\npublic, and we would be honored to have you showcase the live gameplay to your\nmillion subscribers.” Harry couldn’t hide the subtle grin on his face at the\nmention of his recent accomplishment.

“Lifesynced?” He asked. Harry had heard the name used on\nReddit and 4Chan message boards, but EchoLife had been tight-lipped about the\ngame’s development, and all attempts at leaking in-game footage had failed.

“Yes. Lifesynced is an all-immersive modern city life\nsimulation that promises to blur the lines between the virtual world and\nreality.” Claire announced.

Harry grinned. It was\napparent Ms Kirkland had been rehearsing that pitch for some time. “So, it’s a VR game?”\nHe pressed.

“Ohh, it’s not just a VR game. It is so much more than\nthat.” It was Claire’s turn to smirk as she pressed a button on a nearby\nremote, and a video appeared on the TV beside her. “Lifesynced uses\ngroundbreaking technology to put you inside the game. Not only will you see\neverything around you, but you will smell the game, react to touch, and even\nfeel pain. Our technology has the ability to put you inside the game like you’ve\nnever felt before.”

Harry raised an\neyebrow. “This all seems too\ngood to be true,” he dismissively said. “But if I’m receiving the game for\nfree, sign me up.”

Claire smiled. “Of course. But there\nare a few key details we need to discuss first.” She slid a piece of paper\nacross the desk. “These are the details of our agreement. Specifically, you may\nnot slander the company or the game in any way during a live broadcast, and you\nmay not disclose any proprietary information not already released.” She\ncontinued. “There are several ‘dark spots’ throughout the game where you’ll be\nunable to stream to your audience. The game will inform you once you’ve entered\na dark spot.”

Harry began reading\nthe long list of rules as the blond vice president continued. “You will receive all\nadd-ons available at launch, including the adult mod and the extra outfit\nadd-on. All we ask from you is that you commit to the game for two hours daily.\nDo you have any further questions?”

“Umm, yeah,” the brunette replied. “When can I start?” He\ngrinned at the woman. His account was going to explode the moment he launched\nthis game.

Claire nodded. “Right away, Mr\nWalker,” she slid a thick document across the desk. “We have handpicked 100\nstreamers to test out this version of the build. If it’s successful, we will\nexpand the selection further until we release the game at the end of the year.”\nShe paused momentarily. “This is a standard contract. Sign it, and we’ll set\nyou up.”

As Harry eagerly\nsigned the contract, Claire pulled out a nondescript cardboard package. “Welcome aboard, Mr\nWalker,” she smiled. “You will find all the required equipment and installation\ninstructions inside the box.” Ms Kirkland gestured to the man standing in her\noffice doorway. “Larry will escort you out.”

Harry grasped the box,\nmuch heavier than he expected, and took one last look at the beautiful vice\npresident before thanking her and following the tour guide out of the building.\nHe couldn’t wait to get home\nand reveal the game to his fans.

❖

Harry rushed back to his luxury apartment\nand wasted no time unpacking the box. Expecting to find a traditional CD, the\nstreamer was surprised to see the game loaded onto a flash drive. He\nimmediately inserted the drive into his PC tower, and the files began\ninstalling onto his computer without a warning prompt.

Approximately five\nminutes later, the game had been completely installed. Harry sat in his\ncomfortable gaming chair before loading the program. The brunette picked up the\naccompanying controller, but a message appeared on his PC monitor before he\ncould settle in: ‘Please\nAttach Neural Device’.

The teenager leaned\nover, picked up a thin black band from the box, and read the instructions. ‘Once the program has\nbeen installed, load the game and attach the neural device around your neck\nbefore continuing.’

Harry complied with\nthe instruction and wrapped the plain band around his neck, gasping as it\nclasped automatically into place and tightened around his neck. As he felt\nfaint prickling sensations around his neck, Harry wondered if he should have\nasked more about the technology before diving in.

Before he had a chance\nto remove the device, the choker began to glow, and Harry’s vision faded until\nthe game’s menu appeared directly in front of his eyes. His bedroom had\ndisappeared from view and was replaced by a pitch-black environment with the\ngame’s menu ahead of him.

Harry clicked the ‘Connect to GlitchCast\nbutton’, but an error message informed him he needed to create a character\nfirst. He scrolled down to the ‘Create a Character’ option and pressed select.\nSuddenly, a long list of options appeared, with each field pre-populated with\nhis details.

Basic Information

• \nName: Harry Walker

• \nNickname: N/A

• \nAge: 19

• \nGender: Male

• \nSexual Orientation: Straight

Physical Attributes

• \nHeight: 6’0”

• \nWeight: 170 Lbs

• \nSkin Tone: Caucasian

• \nHair Color: Reddish Brown

• \nHair Length/Style: Short/Shaggy

• \nFacial Features

◦ \nEye Shape: Hooded

◦ \nLip Shape: Thin

◦ \nNose Shape: Grecian

• \nEyebrow Style: Bushy

• \nBody Hair: Naturally hairy chest, arms and\nlegs

• \nBody Modifications: None

• \nAllergies: None

• \nVoice Description: Smooth baritone

Personality & Behavior

• \nPersonality Traits: Confident, Extrovert

• \nLikes: Sexy Women, Dumb Women

• \nDislikes: Michael King, Disrespect

• \nCommunication Style: Smooth, Flirtatious

Relationship/Sexual Traits (Only Available With Realism\nAdult Mod Activated)

• \nRelationship Status: Permanently Single

• \nPenis Size: 8”

• \nPubic Style: Natural

• \nLibido: Moderate

• \nSexual History: 20 Women

• \nSecret Kink: Loves scantily clad women

• \nSexual Traits: Virile, Extra Stamina

Background

• \nOccupation: Unemployed

• \nEducation: College Educated

• \nSkills/Talents: Great negotiator

• \nFinancial Status: Trust Fund Bonus (As a\nbeta tester, you have been rewarded a boosted status)

He was shocked at the\naccurate level of detail in the customization screen. Had EchoLife been\ninvading his privacy, or had this information been received directly from his\nbrain? The information created an avatar that looked eerily identical to his\nown face.

He was amused that\nMichael was listed as one of his dislikes. Was his hatred of that boy so much\nthat it needed to be vocalized in a simulation game? Harry found that he could\nedit certain traits, and he increased his penis size to 8”, and his sexual\nhistory to 20 women. He wanted to be seen as a smooth-talking player in the\ngame, and although the sex with Georgia was incredible, he longed to enjoy the\nexperience with other women.

He upped his education\nlevel to college-educated and smirked at the sight of the boosted financial\nstatus. Claire had told him that an entire economy was built into the game, and\nstarting off wealthy would give him a leg up.

Before launching the\ngame, he needed to select three unique attributes for his character. The list\nmust have included over 100 options and descriptors, but after twenty minutes\nof careful deliberation, he chose his favorite three.

Unique Attributes (Characters May Select Three)

• \nWomanizer - Everything he says makes a\nwoman swoon.

• \nWitty - Always able to reduce the tension\nwith a witty remark.

• \nDominant - Able to take control of any\nsituation.

With this setup, his\ncharacter would be irresistible. He couldn’t wait to show his adoring fans his handiwork. Finally,\nthe ‘enter game’ option lit up, and Harry clicked it.

He waited with\nanticipation as a swirling loading disc displayed ahead of him. Below the disc\nwere various game tips, but Harry paid no attention to them. Suddenly, the\nbrunette’s attention was drawn\nto an ominous error beep filling his ears and a message appearing ahead of him:\n‘Corrupted Files Found - Searching For Backup’.

A shudder ran down his\nspine. Corrupted files? It was just his luck that the company handed him a\nbroken game. Just as he anticipated a crash dump, the message was replaced with\na new line of text: ‘Backup\nFound - Loading Backup Data for H Walker’.

Harry calmed down and\ngrinned. It was wise of the developers to install a backup system. Harry began\nto feel lightheaded as the files loaded and the text ahead of him blurred. It\ndidn’t take long for\ndarkness to overwhelm him, and he passed out.

❖

Fluttering his eyes, Harry was no longer\nsitting on his comfortable gaming chair. The gamer was instead lying on a\ndirty, thin mattress inside a filthy building. A popup appeared in the center\nof his vision, asking him if he would like to connect to his GlitchCast\naccount. He must be inside the game. Astounded by the realistic graphics\nsurrounding him, he immediately selected ‘Yes’.

He sat up and felt\nsore. A line of text appeared in the top left of his vision as his viewers\nbegan commenting. Harry read through the initial comments but immediately found\nhimself confused. ‘Wow,\nwho is the babe?’, ‘Did Harry create a female character?’, ‘Where can I get\nthis game? I want an evening with her’.

The streamer stared\ndown at his body and immediately cried out when he found two protruding lumps\nstretching the dirty rag covering his torso. What the hell happened? He brought\nup the player attribute screen and saw an attractive brunette female twirling\non the screen ahead of him. Beside the beautiful woman was his character sheet;\nonly the attributes were altered.

Basic Information

• \nName: Hayley Walker

• \nNickname: N/A

• \nAge: 19

• \nGender: Female

• \nSexual Orientation: Bisexual

Physical Attributes

• \nHeight: 5’3”

• \nWeight: 100 Lbs

• \nSkin Tone: Caucasian

• \nEye Color: Blue

• \nHair Color: Reddish Brown

• \nHair Length/Style: Long/Messy

• \nFacial Features

◦ \nEye Shape: Large, Round

◦ \nLip Shape: Cupid Bow

◦ \nNose Shape: Button

• \nEyebrow Style: Thin, Arched Brows

• \nBody Hair: Hairless

• \nBody Modifications: None

• \nAllergies: None

• \nVoice Description: High-pitched

Personality & Behavior

• \nPersonality Traits: Unknowingly Flirtatious

• \nLikes: Confident Men

• \nDislikes: N/A

• \nCommunication Style: Timid, Flirtatious

Relationship/Sexual Traits (Only Available With Realism\nAdult Mod Activated)

• \nRelationship Status: Single

• \nBreast Size: 32C

• \nPubic Style: Natural

• \nLibido: Heightened

• \nSexual History: Virgin

• \nSecret Kink: Turned on by confidence

• \nSexual Traits: Blowjob Expert (boosted due\nto virginity trait)

Background

• \nOccupation: Unemployed

• \nEducation: Junior High Education

• \nSkills/Talents: Undisclosed

• \nFinancial Status: Poor

Unique Attributes (Characters May Select Three)

• \nExhibitionist - The sluttier their outfit,\nthe higher their confidence (Any attire labeled ‘modest’ will be unavailable)

• \nNaive - This character will believe almost\nanything they are told.

• \nSubmissive - This character hates taking\ncharge.

Hayley Walker? Had the\ngame confused his file with another player with a similar name? As obvious as\nthat sounded, some of his characteristics were too similar to be a coincidence.\nHe read through the profile. He was still 19 years old but was now described as\na bisexual female. He almost vomited at the thought of it.

His height and weight\nhad dramatically diminished, but his eyes and hair color remained unchanged.\nHowever, the tangled strands were much longer than they were previously. His\nfacial features had been altered, giving him big round eyes and full, cupid-bow\nlips that seemed to pout permanently. His character was completely hairless\nfrom the neck down, and she supposedly spoke with a high-pitched voice.

As alarming as his\nphysical traits were, they were not the most significant cause for alarm. He\nwas described as unknowingly flirtatious, whatever that means, and liked\nconfident men. He was a confident man and certainly had no attraction to them.

Then there were the\nsexual traits. He was listed as having 32C breasts and a heightened libido. In\ncontrast, he was labeled a virgin with no previous sexual partners. The profile\nlisted him as being attracted to confidence and referred to him as a blowjob\nexpert. A blowjob expert? What type of game was this?

His beta testing\nfinancial boost had been eliminated, and his education level had been severely\nreduced. If the game had confused the two profiles, this Hayley Walker had a\ndim view of her life, Harry thought.

Worst of all were the\nunique attributes. With hundreds of options to choose from, this Hayley\nappeared to pick the worst three. An exhibitionist, naive, and submissive? Were\nthey attempting to create a simpleton?

Harry knew he needed\nto talk to the game developers before he progressed any further. Perhaps they\nwould reward him with even greater perks as an apology once he explained his\nmental anguish. He scrolled down to the Log Out option but found it grayed out.\nA tiny subtext appeared with the words ‘Log Out not available. Realism Mode activated. Realism\nusers may only log out in their home bed or a temporarily allocated location.\nTooltip: Try booking a room in a hotel.’

Harry’s eyes widened, and\nhe gasped with his newfound high-pitched voice. The game wouldn’t allow him to\nlog out? Surely that wasn’t legal. He was trapped inside the virtual world.

He unsteadily rose to\nhis feet and immediately noticed his center of gravity had shifted. He wore a\nlong, dirty gray rag dress over his body and nothing on his dainty feet. Harry\ncaught the stray, straggly strands of hair in the periphery of his vision and\ngently slid them out of view, noticing immediately how small his hands suddenly\nlooked.

The gamer studied his\nsurroundings and figured he was in some starter zone. Considering his newfound ‘poor’ status, he must\nhave started in some type of homeless shelter or soup kitchen. Despite the\nmix-up on his profile, Harry couldn’t deny how breathtaking the graphics were.\nIt felt like he was inside a real homeless shelter. The computing processes to\ngenerate a world like this must have needed enough power to supply a small\ncountry.

Harry looked around\nand found a man behind a table handing out bowls of food. The word ‘Unknown’ was floating\nabove the man’s head. Harry moved his avatar toward the anonymous man, who\nsmiled in his direction. “Hey there, lass. I’m Jake Johnson, one of the\nvolunteers at the shelter. Welcome to Lowtown.” Suddenly, the word above the\nNPC’s head was replaced with his name and the description ‘Lowtown Guide’.\nHarry was amazed. It appeared as though you needed to meet a character before\ninformation appeared about them. Did that mean other players would need to meet\nHarry before his humiliating character sheet was revealed to them?

“There are five districts in the City of Maplewood. Each\ndistrict has its own flavor and level of affluence. Lowtown is the poorest of\nthe districts, but we believe it has the most character.” The NPC chuckled to\nhimself. “You look hungry, lass. Have a free bowl of slop.”

The man handed Harry a\nbowl, and the brunette noticed he was hungry. A vitals screen in the lower\nright corner of his vision displayed a low ‘hunger’ bar. He brought the spoon to his lips and almost\nspit the food back out. As his hunger bar filled slightly, Harry gagged at the\ndisgusting taste of the slop. How was he able to taste the computer-generated\nfood?

Dropping the item in a\nnearby trashcan, Harry scanned for an exit. It appeared a hotel room was the\nonly way for him to log out with this damn realism mode addon activated. He\ndidn’t intend to hang\naround in this virtual body any longer than he needed to, no matter how\nextraordinary the graphics were.

As the transformed\ngamer walked around, he noticed the leering eyes of other characters lingering\non his body. They all looked dirty and unkempt, and Harry wasn’t sure if they were\nall NPCs to enhance the immersion or other player characters.

Harry found the\nbuilding’s exit and stepped\ntowards it, but before he could leave, a homeless man stepped in the way. “Hey,\nsexy thing,” the man said with a strong Southern accent. “You look tasty. How\nabout you use my body to warm yourself up?” The stranger grinned.

A shudder ran through\nHarry’s virtual spine. The\nman was filthy, brash, and smelt like garbage. However, he was confident, and\nHarry liked confident men. He felt a subtle tingle in his crotch, prompting his\neyes to widen in alarm. Harry didn’t like confident men. What the hell was he\nthinking?

Harry rushed past the\nunkempt homeless man in horror and hurried into the bright doorway.

The gamer was\nexpecting a brief loading period, but he transitioned seamlessly into the next\nscene, finding himself outside the shelter, with dirty streets and wayward used\nneedles scattered along the sidewalk. The developers truly went all out with\nthe immersion.

Harry could feel the\ndirty, hard concrete of the pavement beneath his bare feet. He could smell the\nfaint stench of rotten food and urine hitting his nostrils, and he shuddered as\nthe air brushed against his bare arms and face. It was unbelievable how EchoLife\nmanaged to pull off this feat without leaking any proprietary information. If\nhe hadn’t entered the game in\nthe wrong body, he could definitely see himself in the game world for hours at\na time.

The streets were\npractically empty, which Harry preferred, given his transformed state. ‘Is this a game or a\nvideo stream?’, ‘Where’s Harry? Is he pranking us?’ The comments kept appearing\nin the top left of the gamer’s vision, reminding him of the thousands of fans\nwatching his humiliating plight. He tried to disconnect his Glitchcast account,\nbut the option was grayed out, informing him that he must be in a safe zone to\ndo so. The best he could do was remove the comments from his UI.

On the corner of the\nnext block, Harry found a broken neon sign above a large wooden door. Both of\nthe door’s windows were\nsmashed in, and the light in the hallway was flickering on and off. The sign\ndeclared the business a motel, and so Harry hurriedly made his way inside.

❖

The scene once again seamlessly\ntransitioned to the inside of the motel’s lobby area. The\nreception room was narrow, rustic, and dusty, which was in keeping with the\ndistrict’s style. A potbelly man lifted his head from the newspaper he was\nreading and introduced himself. “Well, good evening, sweetie. Welcome to Dustin’s\nMotel. I’m Dustin. Are you looking for a place to stay?”

Harry stepped forward.\nNow he was getting somewhere. “Y- yes,” he stuttered. His voice was sweet,\nhigh-pitched, and incredibly melodic. The sounds escaping his lips distracted\nHarry momentarily. “How much for one night?”

The man smiled and\nshowed off his dirty, crooked teeth, “Usually, I charge 150 Echo Bucks a night, but for a\npretty thing like you, I’ll rent a room to you for 100 bucks.”

Echo Bucks? They must\nbe the in-game currency. Harry loaded his wallet and gasped when he read the\nwords ’0 Echo Bucks’. His\ncharacter sheet described him as poor, but he never expected to be completely\nbroke. Wasn’t he equipped with a starter pack or something?

“Umm, I’m sorry,” Harry said sweetly. “I don’t seem to\nhave any money right now. Do you mind renting me a room, and I’ll pay you back\ntomorrow?” The transformed gamer wasn’t sure how sophisticated these AI NPCs\nwere programmed, but he imagined they had some decision-making abilities. If an\nNPC saw a player character truly stuck, perhaps they would show leniency.

“I’m sorry, lass,” he replied regretfully. “I can’t just\nhand a room out for free.”

Harry was crestfallen.\nWas the game attempting to break his spirit? Had he activated some kind of hard\nmode he hadn’t\nnoticed? Defeated, he turned around and began to exit the premises.

“However,” Dustin said, prompting Harry to perk his ears\nup. “I also own the bar next door. My previous waitress thought she was too\ngood for the job and just disappeared. If you promise to take her place for 7\ndays, I’ll give you a room for the week.”

Harry shuddered. A\nwaitress? The sight of him presenting as a woman while serving drinks to men\ncould destroy his reputation. His options were limited, but he couldn’t demean himself in\nfront of his fans like that.

“I promise to pay handsomely as well,” Dustin said. “It\nwill give you a nice bit of starter cash, and you can keep all of your tips.\nYou won’t find a better offer in all of Maplewood.”

Harry turned back\ntoward the large man. He wanted to ask more questions, but his naivety trait\nforbade him from doing so. The man made a promise, and Harry’s character believed\nhim. “Okay, I’ll do it.”

“Perfect, follow me,” the man grinned and stepped out\nfrom behind the desk, leading the cute feminized character through a side door.\n“What’s your name, by the way?”

“Harry,” were the words the gamer attempted to say.\nHowever, they weren’t the words that escaped his lips. “Hayley.”

Dustin smiled. “That’s a pretty name\nfor a pretty girl,” he complimented Harry. “Now, we need to get you out of\nthose rags. We have standards to adhere to, after all.” The gamer raised an\neyebrow as he examined the bar. Standards? The establishment was almost empty,\nwith a couple of drunkards slouched over the bar half-consciously.

“We’re quiet now,” Dustin explained. “But this place\npicks up when the sun goes down.” He smiled, leading Harry inside a small broom\ncloset.

“You can get changed in here,” the large NPC said,\ntossing an outfit in Harry’s direction.

Harry unfurled the\nbrief garment and parted his cupid bow lips, gasping. “You can’t be serious!”\nHe squeaked out.

“Look, I know it’s a little small, but it’s the required\nuniform.” Dustin’s tone shifted, becoming more commanding. You can either wear\nit and get to work, or you can refuse and take your chances on the streets.”\nHarry looked back at Dustin pleadingly. Trust me, those streets aren’t safe for\na broad like you at night.”

Harry shuddered. Given\nthose two options, he knew he had no choice. The man was confident and\ncommanding, which appealed to his character’s submissive instincts. “Okay,” he said meekly. “I’ll\nwear it.”

Searching for buttons\nor a zipper, Harry tried helplessly to figure out how to slip the humiliating\ngarment on, and Dustin looked on humorously. “Were you born yesterday?” He taunted the newbie.

The motel owner\nwatched the woman attempt to figure out the outfit for a few more moments\nbefore he clicked his fingers. Suddenly, the rags on Harry’s lithe feminine body\ndisappeared, and the slutty maid outfit in his hand surrounded his frame.

Dustin grinned. “Looking good. Perhaps\nyou’ll consider a permanent position when the week is through.” He offered\nbefore leaving Harry alone in the closet. As Dustin closed the door behind him,\nthe gamer gasped at himself in the full-length mirror hanging on the freshly\nclosed cupboard door.

The black and white\nFrench maid’s\noutfit was made of a shiny, form-hugging material. Harry had never thought of\nC-cup breasts being particularly large. He had made it clear to his girlfriend\nthat he was prepared to pay for her enhancements if she agreed. Now they were\non his own body; they felt huge. The deep-lying cleavage and the push-up cups\ngave them a prominent appearance in the mirror. The tiny dress covered the\nfront and back of his torso, with keyhole slits down the side, and the hem\nstopped just below the curve of his plump, feminine ass. He knew that bending\nover was not an option if he wanted to maintain any modesty.

Thigh-high black\nfishnet stockings decorated his slim, hairless legs, and a pair of 4” black patent\nhigh-heel stiletto pumps gave him back a little bit of the height he had lost.\nA white apron wrapped around his thin waist and settled at the front of the\nlatex dress, and a ruffled black and white choker wrapped around his neck,\nmatching the cuffs on his wrists.

His reddish brunette\nhair was stylishly tied back in a ponytail, with a maid cap sitting proudly on\nhis crown. The words’ Dustin’s Bar’ were written in bold cursive\nacross the front of the cap.

He examined his face\nand noticed the subtle lined wings drawn off the edges of his eyes and the\nglossy pink shade over his exaggerated cupid bow lips, making them appear\nincredibly alluring. His own reflection was turning him on, and the gamer felt\na sudden pleasurable sensation against his crotch.

His pleasure turned to\nhorror as he reminded himself that the gorgeous woman in the mirror was\nhimself. He needed to get out of there and demand an apology from those\ndevelopers. Had they done this to humiliate him? Perhaps they didn’t like how he flirted\nwith their vice president and thought this was some kind of fitting punishment.

Part of Harry refused\nto leave the tiny cupboard. He had subjected himself to enough humiliation, and\nhe wasn’t prepared to let his\nviewers watch him parade around like some dumb slut serving drinks to NPCs.\nHowever, his boss had told him to get to work, and he didn’t want to disappoint\nhim. Harry shook his head. This game was messing with his head. Nonetheless, he\nwrapped his dainty hand around the doorknob and stepped back into the main bar.

While it felt like\nHarry was only in the cupboard for five minutes, the bar was almost full, with\nevery table occupied and a bustling atmosphere filling the room. “Hey, lass,” Harry\nheard Dustin call out from behind the bar. “You gonna stand there all day? What\nam I paying you for?” Harry bit his lower lip and approached the bar. “Good\ngirl,” the NPC said condescendingly. “Take these two beers and deliver them to\ntable four in the corner over there.” The owner pointed to two men wearing\nwhite wife beater vests and denim pants.

Harry nodded and took\nthe tray. Despite never walking in heels or holding a serving tray in his life,\nthe transformed maid found himself tottering around with ease. As he filtered\nthrough the crowd of mostly men, he stopped at the table near the window. “Your drinks, Sirs.”\nHe politely found himself saying.

“See, Brad,” one of the men commented. “This bar always\nhas the best broads.” He grinned, looking up at the scantily clad gamer. “How\nabout you take a break and sit on my knee?”

Harry shuddered. The\nman oozed confidence, and he appreciated how the brunette was dressed. His\nexhibitionist trait prompted Harry to giggle. He shook his head, attempting to\nignore the sensations running through his character’s body. “I’m sorry,\nSir. I really must get back to work.”

“A shame,” the man replied. “Maybe next time.” He grinned\nand smacked Harry’s barely covered ass as the maid turned away. Harry gasped\nout but felt a warming emotion run down his gut. What was wrong with this game?

Harry’s shift continued in\nmuch the same vain. He ran around in the tall heels, serving drinks to various\ntables. He was the recipient of numerous ass-smacks and lewd comments, and he\neven had his barely covered breasts groped twice. Each time, Harry couldn’t\nfind the courage to put the men back in their place. The gamer had oozed\nconfidence since his channel had taken off, but that confidence contradicted\nhis character’s profile, and he couldn’t seem to do anything that opposed his\ncharacter sheet.

After five hours of\nserving, the bar began to filter out, and Dustin turned the ‘Open’ sign in the\ndoor around, signaling his business was closed. He approached the sexy maid. “You\ndid well tonight,” he complimented Harry. “Here,” he said before handing the\nstreamer an old key. “Room 24. I expect you back at work at 6 PM sharp\ntomorrow.” He commanded before leaving the feminized gamer alone.

Harry rolled his eyes.\nThe moment he logged out, he wasn’t going anywhere near this game again until the company\nrecompensated him. He smiled as he stared at the key. Finally, things were\ngoing his way.

❖

Safely inside his room, Harry glanced\naround. The space was bare, with nothing inside except a rustic wardrobe, a\ncrooked bed, and a bedside table. There was a door presumably leading to his\nprivate bathroom, but he had no use for that.

Before approaching the\nbed to log out, Harry received a notification informing him that he had been\npaid. He loaded up his wallet and groaned at the amount displayed: 65 Echo\nBucks. Apparently, the standard rate for this room was 150 bucks. He would need\nto subject himself to 3 nights of torture just to afford one evening in a\ngrotty motel room. The developers needed to fix the economy system, he thought.

The transformed gamer\napproached the bed and attempted to log out, but the button remained grayed\nout. A new message appeared with the words ‘Incorrect attire selected. Please use appropriate sleep\nattire.’ Harry raised an eyebrow. They went all in with the realism.

He approached the\ncloset, and Harry’s\navailable outfits appeared before him. The majority of ‘starter’ outfits were\ngrayed out. As Harry hovered over them, a new popup appeared; ‘Exhibitionist\ntrait detected. Outfit unavailable.’ The feminized man shuddered. If Harry were\nin a focus group, these are precisely the types of features he would recommend.\nHowever, being on the opposite side of the equation, the gamer had a different\nopinion.

Only one option was\nlabeled ‘Sleepwear’ and\navailable to pick. He selected the outfit and snapped his fingers like the\nmotel owner did in the bar. Suddenly, his brief maid uniform was replaced with\na white semi-sheer nightgown. The pajamas did nothing to hide his avatar’s sexy\nbody.

Wasting no more time,\nthe feminized avatar climbed onto the rackety bed. Harry was relieved to find\nthe Log Out option illuminated and immediately pressed it. A message asked him\nto confirm his selection before his eyelids felt heavier and his sight blurred.\nWithin moments, everything went black.

❖

Harry’s eyes shot open, and\nhe gasped for breath. He was sitting back on his luxury gaming chair in his\nbedroom. The choker had automatically unclasped around his neck and sat on his\nlap.

Harry pressed his\nhands against his white t-shirt-covered chest and felt relieved to find the\nC-cup breasts he sported in the game had disappeared. It was crazy how\nrealistic the game felt. It was almost like he had been transported to an\nalternate reality, a reality he had no intention of returning to.

The brunette rubbed\nhis eyes and stared at his PC screen. He had received numerous comments from\nhis fans. ‘Great show today’, ‘I\ncan’t wait to see Hayley tomorrow’, ‘You make one good-looking babe’. Harry\nrolled his eyes. It was going to take months to repair his reputation. EchoLife\nwas going to pay for this.

The streaming star\nrose from his chair and strolled out into his hallway. As he walked, he felt\nthe loose t-shirt brushing against his skin, sending shivers down his spine.\nWhy was his skin so sensitive all of a sudden, he thought to himself.

Harry stood in front\nof the grand mirror in his hallway, lifted his t-shirt off, and his jaw dropped\nin horror. Since starting college, Harry had taken an interest in fitness, and\nhis well-defined six-pack showed how much he valued his appearance. The six-pack\nremained. However, his muscles were not the cause of his panicked reaction. His\nabundant natural body hair had always been a source of pride and masculinity\nfor the gamer, but as he stared hopelessly at his physique, every hair from the\nneck down had disappeared, leaving his skin extraordinarily smooth and\nsensitive. “What\nthe fuck?!” He cried to himself. Did the game do this? There was no other\nexplanation. Someone was going to pay for this.

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End of Chapter One

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